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"Julie, seriously. This is about your brother tonight, not me." I throw my best friend an exasperated look. "He’s the new Alpha! You’re the one who needs to dress up, not me."Julie rolls her eyes, completely unimpressed with my argument.After a deep dive into the pack’s finances, our Beta, Delta, and Gamma uncovered that Alpha Christian had been embezzling money from us for years.Apparently, he planned to leave the pack when he retired, and since he had never accepted a mate or had children, he saw no reason to stick around.So, he decided to fund his future by stealing from us.Asshole.I never liked him.My parents and I moved here a few years ago when Dad got a lucrative job offer. He runs one of the biggest construction firms in New England, a company that blends human and wolf labor. Initially, we were only supposed to stay here temporarily, while a massive hotel project was being built nearby.But Dad fell in love with the place.When a Lone Wolf Pack member found their mate i
I can’t believe I found her the first place I went looking.My second chance mate.And she’s a sexy little vixen.Her name is Lauren Densmore. Daughter of a warrior and the head of a construction company. She’s been training with her mother to help prepare newly shifted wolves for combat.And you can see it in the way she moves.She’s lean, but strong. Sculpted arms. Long, toned legs.And in that short, black, strapless dress?Goddess, help me.Her perky little ass is practically begging to be grabbed, and those full, handful-perfect tits are making it damn near impossible to focus. They’re about a D-cup, and while that might be a lot for some guys—I’m a big-ass dude.If I want a handful, they’ve gotta be chesty.And her face?Breathtaking.Fair skin with a dusting of freckles across her nose and shoulders. Red waves tumbling to her mid-back. Blue eyes like the Caribbean.And those lips?Fuck.Kissable. Edible.The only bad thing about meeting her tonight is that we have to sit through
Three weeks later…Meet me at the cliff in an hour. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going.That was the mindlink I got from Richard when he entered our packlands. I felt him through the pack’s mindlink the moment he crossed the border, about fifty minutes away from the packhouse.Did he miss me as much as I missed him? Did he need me as much as I needed him?Is that why he wanted to meet me at the cliff? Would this be another heartbreaking tryst?And even if it is, it’s not like I can refuse him. He is my everything.I know he won’t get there for a while, but I can’t help myself—I leave immediately, heading to the cliff to wait. If I stayed in my room, I’d only pace, drive myself crazy thinking about him. At least here, I have a view.Time stretches into eternity and yet passes in the blink of an eye. Then, the breeze shifts.His scent.Citrus and cinnamon, intoxicating as ever—but there’s something else now. A second scent, just as strong. Freshly mown grass and morning dew.I move to
Oh fuck! Richard! Baby! This feels so Goddess-damned good!I mind-link to my first mate, desperate for him to know exactly what he and Carl are doing to me. My mouth is full, so I can’t speak, but I want him to feel it—to hear me in his mind as Carl pounds into me from behind.“That’s right, Lori. Suck my cock. You love it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” Richard growls above me, his voice gravel and sin. “You like Carl’s big dick inside of you? I know how amazing it feels in a tight hole. Get my cock nice and wet, baby, and you can watch me fuck him.”His fingers tighten in my hair, not rough, but firm—controlling. Allowing me to take him at my own pace.Carl, on the other hand, isn’t holding back.His hands dig into my waist, his grip bruising, his body slamming into me hard enough to shake the ground beneath us. The air fills with the obscene sound of wet skin slapping together, of grunts, moans, and heavy panting. Every time he moves, his breath fans against my back, hot and rag
Three years later:I want to say that these have been three happy years. There have definitely been some happy moments—introducing Lauren to my parents, introducing her to the pack as the Gamma female, seeing her joy in her job working with newly shifted wolves. Anniversaries. Birthdays. Dates.But there have been difficult times, too. The connection with Carl never fully disappeared. It diminished after our rejection—probably because he and I had rejected each other, and he had rejected Lauren. But it never fully went away.Carl went out of his way to avoid us. Early morning training, trips to other packs, showing up to meetings right on time and leaving immediately after to avoid small talk. He tried to pretend we weren’t even there.Everyone noticed. Most assumed Carl didn’t like Lauren since he stopped talking to me completely after she arrived. Clara and Jared, especially, were upset and tried everything to bring us together. They didn’t know how hard it was for all of us to be in
That time with Carl was the best of my entire life. Though we couldn’t act as mates in front of others, we were friends. We joked. We laughed. We touched casually.And at night, all three of us were together.We never said it. Never told each other that we loved each other. But it was there—in every look, every kiss, every caress. But saying the words? I think it would’ve made it even harder to let go.Christine knew everything. How my males found out they were mates. How Richard and I met. How Carl and I met. How I had never rejected him.She pleaded with me to do it before they mated. Not because she doubted Carl would follow through—he had given his word, and he was nothing if not true to his oath.No, my friend only wanted to save me the pain.I appreciated it. Truly, I did. But Carl and Richard were everything to me. The other halves of my soul. I wouldn’t reject Carl. Not now. Not ever. I didn’t care how much it would hurt me. He was mine, and I wouldn’t be the one to end us.A w
21 years later… “How much was passed down from generation to generation of leadership about Selene’s mates? I know that Charlie, Zak, Xander, and Devin did not know of this, but once an entirely new leadership is inducted, what is told to them?” Oracle Lucille asks. Zak asked for a meeting with all of the old and the new leadership, along with Oracle Lucille and her oracle-in-training. I had assumed to talk about what would likely happen in a war with Blue Crescent, but this conversation isn’t starting off in the way I would have assumed if that was the case. Jared looks at all of us, confused. “You mean the lore about her mating not only Pan, but a human? I mean, we were told the story, but…it’s just a tale. It’s not real.” The Oracle just stares at him, as if he is a stupid child who was given the answer, but is too dimwitted to see what was right in front of him. “It can’t be real,” Lauren says. “That would mean that mate trios are…” Her thought fades into vapor, but she
I look back and forth between Richard and Carl. Carl’s eyes have completely bled into that beautiful cerulean hue, his expression raw with need and something deeper—something vulnerable. Richard, on the other hand, is trying his hardest not to laugh.And I can’t help it either.Laughter spills from my lips, right into Carl’s face.Richard’s deep chuckle joins mine, making Carl scowl, looking both embarrassed and a little wounded.“Right.” Carl tries to move me off his lap, and I can tell he’s about to leave.I grab his face in my hands before he can go, forcing him to look at me. “Baby, no. No. We’re not laughing like that.”His body stills, his stormy blue eyes searching mine with hesitation. With hope.Richard leans in, his nose brushing against Carl’s neck before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “No, my love. We’re laughing because you even had to ask. How could you not know we would want you?”Carl’s entire face crumples, a sob escaping him as he grips my waist like I’ll disappear.
Age 21Charlie closes the door, still cackling as Rose leaves after introducing our new playroom. “I thought you were going to have an apoplectic fit with all those innuendos Rose kept—”Before she can finish, I spin her around and press her against the wall, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. My erection presses urgently into her stomach as she moans against my lips, instantly responding to my touch. The sparks from our mate bond ignite over my skin as my hands slip beneath her shirt, trailing up her abs to cup her tits.Charlie arches into my palms, pushing her full breasts further into my grip. Growling, I pull away from her mouth to latch onto her mate mark, sucking at the mark of our unity. She cries out in pleasure, nails digging into my shoulders.“Ever since we stepped into that playroom and I saw the sex swing, it’s all I could think about,” I rasp against her skin. “I need you. Now.”“Yes,” she breathes out eagerly.I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my wais
Age 21“Darlings! I’m so excited to see you out and about after the mating frenzy! And we’re designing a sex room, I hear? I love it!” Rose bursts through the door, enthusiasm radiating off her. She’s one of the best designers in our pack—and her special talent? Sex rooms.Rose is also part-owner of The Sanctuary. As a mating gift for two of her favorite clients, she's designing a private playroom for Zak and me. It's funny that a petite little she-wolf in her fifties would have such a particular hobby, but to each their own.And honestly, the rooms at The Sanctuary are stunning. Even the dungeons have class and sophistication—beautiful textures, secret compartments, furniture that's as comfortable as it is restraining. The color palettes alone are breathtaking.If anyone can understand exactly what we need in our playroom, it's Rose.“Hi, Rose! It’s so good to see you again!” I step into her open arms, returning her huge hug.“My dear girl! You’re positively glowing! Of course you are
Age 21“Zak, dude! Calm the fuck down!” Brandon sounds completely exasperated, but he can fuck right off, and I tell him exactly that.“We’ll see how you handle everything the day before you become Beta,” I mutter, shooting him a glare.I’ve been bouncing off the walls all day. Tomorrow, I'll officially become Alpha of the pack, and Charlie will finally find out she’s my mate. There's no doubt in my mind she is—I’ve always known she would be. But having to wait for her to feel it, too, is killing me.We’ve been dating since her birthday, just over two months now. Honestly, it's not that different from the time we’ve always spent together, except now I get to kiss her whenever I want. Not that I’ll ever say that to her again—apparently, it’s a line from Sweet Home Alabama. Charlie absolutely loves that I accidentally quoted that movie and begs me to repeat it in a cheesy Southern accent every chance she gets. As much as I love her, I swear I’ll poke my eyes out if she makes me watch tha
Age 21“Charlie, calm the fuck down. You’ll be fine. It’s not like you're doing anything life-changing—just committing the rest of your life to your pack,” Dev jokes, grinning at me.Mom glares at him, spraying my hair with another blast of hairspray. “Dev, I swear if you're just going to be a pain in the ass, you know where the door is.”“Oh, come on,” he laughs, entirely unaffected by her scolding. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood. See? She’s stopped shaking. Now she’s just annoyed with me.”I see Luna Clara hiding her smile, but my mom doesn't even bother hiding her laughter.“Mother!” I gasp indignantly.“I’m sorry, Charlie. But honestly, Dev’s not wrong. The idea of you running away from being the center of attention? That’s just too hilarious,” she says, clearly amused.I glare at Dev through the mirror. “That’s it. Why are you even here? Don’t you have your own suit to put on?”Lauren, who’s finishing my pedicure, chimes in. “Yeah, if you’re just going to be a pain in the as
Age 20…“Charlie,” I moan, opening my eyes to find her lips wrapped around my morning wood. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard, taking me deep down her throat. My fingers instantly twine into her hair.“Oh, fuck!” I grit out. She swallows around my cock, her throat muscles squeezing tightly. “Charlie, baby, that feels so fucking good!”She hums in response, and I'm completely lost. My hand fists in her hair as I start gently thrusting upward, fucking into her welcoming mouth.My head falls back, sinking into the mattress. Her mouth is fucking bliss. Charlie’s the only she-wolf who's ever been able to take me all the way down, and it's pure paradise. I start off slow, savoring every sensation.“Goddess, Charlie,” I groan. “I've dreamed about you being in my bed again. I've dreamed about your lips wrapped around me again. But this time, you’re moving at my pace.”Her dark brown eyes flick upward to mine, fully blackened with lust. Her arousal thickens in the air, proving she’s enjoying
19 years old…I wake to the sound of the dom leaving the room. Guess he’s heading out to get stuff for aftercare. Fuck, my entire body is sore from the restraints, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had. Whoever that mistress is, I want her again.I’ve never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob. The way she took my cock all the way down her throat—something no other she-wolf has ever done for me. Holy fuck, it was amazing.And then watching her ride me, those deep brown eyes locked on mine, her heavy breasts bouncing right above me. Goddess, I wanted to dominate her so badly. I’ve been learning how to be a switch for over a year now. Sometimes, my alpha instincts demand I dominate my partner, but other times, when responsibilities pile up, I crave having control taken away from me.Watching this she-wolf dominate me was incredible, but now I want her beneath me. Maybe I can convince her to do another session, one where I’m the dominant. I wonder if her dom is the one who arranges that
Age 20“Are you sure this is something you want to do, Charlie?” Adam asks me.He keeps trying to talk me out of it, saying it’s challenging for someone who truly loves being dominated to become a switch and take on the dominant role.But something inside tells me I need to do this—that my mate bond will require it. “I’ve told you, Adam. I feel like the Goddess is telling me my mate and I will both need to switch.” I look up at him, fluttering my eyelashes as I rest my head on his chest. “And I’ve only got a year until I can find my mate, my sweet dom. I need to learn as much as I can before then.”He chuckles softly, placing an affectionate kiss on my forehead. “Well, I guess that takes me out of the running as your mate, pet. I will be the only dominant in my bedroom.” His hand slides up my bare side, moving to the see-through lace of my bra. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, twisting until I moan.His voice whispers huskily in my ear, his cock thickening against my leg. “Are
Age 18…I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this.These words repeat in my head as I sit in the client room at The Sanctuary, staring at the checklist Dom Adam gave me. A week has passed since my eighteenth birthday, officially making me an adult in the human and paranormal worlds alike. My birthday gift to myself is a membership at The Sanctuary, a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom, and I’m desperately trying to hold myself together.As a werewolf, I've always had a high sex drive, but once my wolf emerged at sixteen, my resolution to save myself for my mate went out the window. I’m not as strong-willed as I hoped, especially since I’m in love with two of my three best friends, who are constantly in states of undress due to shifting and training. And there's only so much relief toys can offer.I’ve experimented with a few warriors-in-training from other packs and some local humans, discovering I like
17 years old…Zak!A desperate wailing through the mindlink wakes me from a dead sleep. Normally, our mindlinks are muted during sleep unless there's an emergency, like an attack or a summons from the Alpha. But this cry is so filled with anguish, it pierces through immediately.Before I fully grasp what's happening, another panicked link hits me.Zak! I need you!It's Brandon. He sounds terrified, like he's been crying.Brandon? Where are you? Are you okay? What's going on? The questions flood out urgently as I leap out of bed, scrambling into shorts.I'm at the waterfall. They're dead, Zak! Mom and Candy... They're dead!I fly down the packhouse stairs and burst outside, shifting the instant fresh air touches my skin. Screw the shorts. Screw everything except getting to Brandon as fast as possible.I tear through the forest, making the twenty-minute hike in under ten, ignoring the branches and thorns ripping at my fur and flesh. The only thing that matters is reaching my best friend.